Jennifer Taylor

Jenifer was a “gorgeously feminine” housewife from Bristol, but is said to have spent some of her time living on a farm in Gloucestershire in the West Country.

She was leggy, busty (though ToCo’s declaration that they are 39 inches seems mere wishful thinking) and had long, flowing, dark tresses. She also had a very inviting smile and come-to-bed eyes − in fact she was another of those girls who looked like she got a kick out of being such a naughty girl for so blatantly showing you her stocking tops, suspenders and knickers.

But as she modelled in the early ‘70s, she also wore tights – and, like Marie Graham and Nicola Taylor, even the tights hater brigade will have to admit she made them an invitation to tactile delight. She also had a go at the schoolgirl thing but couldn’t really engender that St. Trinian’s sauciness – perhaps because the uniform she wore was a collection of items of clothing just thrown together, either by herself or the photographer, and fell far short of the mark.

As her era was the last five years or so of ToCo’s existence, she also “gets them out” for us – and very nice they are too, though hardly 39 inches of pneumatic bliss. Getting some of the girls to discard their bras is another example of the company’s desperate last-ditch scramble to try and survive the onslaught of the much more explicit competitors that had appeared on the bookshelves of the corner shop.

ToCo seemed to want to portray her as an athletic tomboy who enjoyed a run round the farm before breakfast and loved climbing trees. I’d have been the first to give her a leg-up – and be right behind her to enjoy the view. Of the West Country, of course.